Car Ride with Mom - Sex Stories

Car Ride with Mom

... massaging his hands up top. Like any mother would, of course, but I had other plans. I turned to face my spouse. The thought of my husband standing right there with my son touching me appealed to me. I tried to move his hands up my thighs a little while I rubbed them. He did not oppose me in any way. His fingers were still on my bare thighs, but now his hands were on my skirt. I got up a little to lift my skirt a bit higher. My skirt moved with his hands. I noticed my underwear as I looked down. His fingers were inches from their surfaces. His right hand came up and I put it on my underwear. There, he left his hand. I slightly extend my legs. His hand slipped between my legs as soon as I did. I grabbed his hand and rubbed it up against my underwear. Now my son's hand was on my pussy, covered in panties. I felt myself starting to get moist. I desired more. He left his hand on me after I withdrew mine. He wasn't shifting it or doing anything else. He was merely letting his hands hang over my crotch. I waited for his fingers to begin to move. Nothing. Perhaps he was scared to. I was aware of the solution.

I grabbed his hand and pushed it up to the top of my underwear. I held his hand against my body and carefully slid his fingers between my panties and naked skin once I realized his fingers were above them. I continued to slide his hand down till his fingertip tips just barely touched the top of my swollen lips. I lowered his hand even more. I was unable to get his hand to ...

... reach under my underwear and between my legs far enough for him to feel my pussy. My underwear was too snug for our hands together. At last, I sensed him attempting to slide his hand down farther to locate my entrance. My son's hand was on my pussy as I removed it from under my underpants. I lifted my hips and brought my panties down to my knees by hooking my thumbs on either side. I felt Mike move his hand to get his fingers inside me as soon as I did this. I wanted to open my legs wide so he could truly feel me, but my underwear prevented me. Mike continued dragging my panties down around my ankles with his other hand before I could move mine to remove them. To allow him to completely remove them, I raised my leg. I splayed my legs as much as possible. He only needed this. He sank two fingers inside me at once, I was so wet. I groaned softly.

My husband spoke to me, "Are you OK?" He was staring at me. I smiled and said," I'm OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride."

With my son's fingers inside of me, I was asking my husband, "How much farther until we stop?" at this point.

"I don't want to stop until I go a little further,"

"How about you Mike, can you go a little bit further?"

"Yea, mom. I can go a lot further,"

"Well," I replied. "The further we go, the better I like it."

Is that alright with you, my dear?"My spouse inquired.

He replied, "Yeah, I like the idea of not ...